Pooblee. Shul. Sowescera. If you know what all three of these words refer to, chances are, you’ve spent some time in Miami.
Like many foreigners, I had a hard time understanding the language when I first moved to Miami. While the untrained ear could be fooled into thinking the Miami populace speaks Spanglish, this is incorrect.
Everyone seems to contribute to the distinctive Miami cadence and vocabulary . And things that get lost in translation, stay there.
Whenever my friends walk their gorgeous German Shepard people comment “what a beautiful K-9.”
My friends point to their other dog, a golden-lab mix and say “yes, and this one is a beautiful canine too.” Only in Miami does dog literacy comes from the back of a police car.
So if you find yourself in a neighborhood with signs announcing “se habla ingles”, don’t be fooled. What they really speak is Miamiano.